“Your name?”
“Micky,” she says sweetly.
I think my heart stops when she turns around. Huge piercing green eyes look up at me, and our gazes lock. I don’t say anything. She’s basically a kid. I feel weird even looking at her. What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s probably not even twenty-one.
“Hey Caine! Patrick!” the owner of the restaurant says as she approaches the hostess stand. “You boys here for dinner? Just the two of you?” she asks, grabbing two menus.
“Three, actually.” Don’t ask me what the fuck I’m doin’; I’ve lost my mind! I turn to Micky and say, “Care to join us?”
Her doe eyes get even rounder as she looks at me, her lips forming a little “O” in surprise.
Patrick elbows me, and I turn to look at him. “What’re you doin’?” my brother whispers in my ear.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back. Because I don’t. But the thought of her sitting waiting for thirty-five minutes while we get seated right away… it just doesn’t sit well with me. I turn back to her. “I’m Caine,” I say. “It’s no different than if you sat at the table beside us.”
She stands and looks over the hostess stand, taking in the seating. There’s about two feet in between each table.
“All… all right,” she says. “Thank you.”
“Table for three,”the owner says as she walks us to the four-top.
“I’m Patrick,” my brother says when he sits down. “I feel it needs to be said that I’m married, love my wife and would never harm a young woman such as yourself.” He adds as she sits diagonally from him.
“Good to know, Patrick,” she says with a light chuckle. She smiles as she reaches over to shake his hand. “You can give me a real handshake,” she says when Patrick grabs her top two fingers.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles at her.
“I’m Mikayla, but everyone calls me Micky.”
“Do you go to school out here?” Patrick places his napkin in his lap.
“Oh, no, I already graduated,” she says shyly.
“You planning on going to college?” Patrick asks.
Oh boy… I shut my eyes for a moment and take in a deep breath. My brother really is an idiot.
Micky tilts her head at him and frowns. Then, she picks up her water glass and takes a sip. “I graduated from college this past spring.” Her voice is curt.
Patrick visibly cringes. “Sorry,” he says begrudgingly.
“Just stop talking,” I say, when he opens his mouth to speak again.
This is why I wonder how he got a woman like Rabecca. Once Patrick starts digging a hole, it’s as if his brain wonders… how deep can I dig this hole?
“What’d you study?” I ask.
“Nursing,” she answers. “I’m studying for the boards right now.” Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink. And she’s not wearing any makeup. The girl is stunning.
“Hey boys!” the waitress says before looking up at us. Her big smile dims when she looks at me.
NowIinwardly cringe. I mentioned that I don’t date, but I’m not a monk. What are the odds that a woman I slept with a month ago is now a waitress here?
“Caine?” Pamela asks. Her eyes dart between me, the little beauty beside me and my brother. “I… I thought I would have heard from you.” Her cheeks flush.
Pamela is a pretty woman. She’s tall, with long black hair and pretty brown eyes. But after I slept with her, I knew it was a mistake because she started asking me when we’d see each other again.
I.Don’t.Date.
